I'm pretty much last on the scene after having my arse felt into T1.
I had yellows from the exit of the previous right and took the turn onto the bridge carefully expecting maybe 1 or 2 cars in the way, what I was confronted with can only be described as a wall of cars. What did annoy me was that I was able to slowly weave through the carnage, but some of those involved were more concerned with trying to get the bent and twisted cars pointing the right way than giving way to those who were passing them.